Thamoire were are you tonight

[Setorica]

Setorica walked into the tavern after many years of dissapearing acts. Shyly looking around she sits down at an empty table at the back of the room. Her golden straw hair flowing out from under her cloak. She looks around with hope, searching for any kind of familiar face. But there was none to be seen. Sadly she waves at the tavern wentch for some service. Hoping to drown her sorrows with a hard drink.